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Chapter 39
"I can't hire a 12 year old run-away," Harry deadpanned. Harry had entertained the thought of hiring workers, but she'd procrastinated on actually taking steps to do so.
"I'm not a run-away," was the slightly exasperated reply.
Hadrian's blank stare didn't relent.
The pre-teen withered a bit.
"I'm not asking for a job. I just want to help out around the shop."
Harry paused.
"Why?"
The boy gave shrug.
"I like working with mechanics."
Harry almost scoffed at the naive answer.
Harry looked the boy over, as if to discern his intentions. Open, brown irises held her gaze.
The boy continued his bid.
"You're the first decent mechanic this town has had in a while. I wanna learn from you."
She had a feeling that there was more to it than that. Harry lips twisted into a small, amused smile regardless.
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
Jacob smiled sheepishly. "It's the truth."
"Cute kid," Harry couldn't help but think. He was the kind of cute that screamed happy childhood – probably with both parents or with a single, very loving one.
She really didn't have time to babysit.
"School's just about beginning. When would you find the time?"
"I don't go to the schools in town," he answered readily. "I go to school on the reservation."
Harry's ears twitched.
"Reservation?"
Of course she'd heard of La Push, but to date many of its residents eluded her - even the apparent leader – Billy Black, who was Chief Swan's best friend, though they seemed to be going through a rough patch at the moment.
Come to think of it – she had meant to go on another excursion there.
Unaware of Harry's train of thought, Jacob nodded.
"La Push," he clarified before adding, "My school hours are flexible."
Hadrian inclined her head as she regarded Jacob thoughtfully.
Establishing relations with one of the residents could play to her gain. Then again, the boy before her was just that – a boy.
...Although...
Harry finally rolled her eyes.
"As if you're allowed to dictate your study hours."
Jacob fiddled with his bag strap and Harry could see his mind racing. He was particularly easy for her to read.
Harry could come to like the kid.
"I'll do any job you want me to."
"Tempting – but like I said, I can't have a kid working in my shop."
"What if you meet with my dad? Have him tell you himself that it's okay?"
"As if that's the only reason I don't want you around."
There was also the fact that she did the bulk of her work using magic.
The cons of...apprenticing the boy outweighed the pros at the moment. Harry really didn't see herself giving into the kid's pleads.
"And who is your father?" she asked nonetheless.
"Billy Black."
...On second thought...
Word Count: 466
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